President Cilok
115 Meaning of life

In the living room, precisely at the house of Grandpa Bagaskara who was originally quiet, cold seemed empty. Now, as if to change drastically since Bu Suci, Danum and Damar live in a house with a concept of architectural style of central Javanese buildings that are thick with shades of wood chocolate paint, and, as well as the decoration of the walls of the house and some collections of shots and archery are neatly arranged and very interesting to anyone who sees it.

“What Bang Rozak has not come here Mah?” ask Wulan to his mother.

It was not Mamah Almira who replied, but Father Wicaksono, “Abangmu has gone home first, there is a task from the military commander at the headquarters,”

Damar was enthusiastic with the answer Father Wicaksono, he did know that the brother of his wife is a military, “What Bang Rozak joined in a special organization, Yah?”

Wicaksono's father nodded, “Yes that's it, he took part in special anti-terrorism training,”

Damar was stunned, until it loaded immediately speechless look at Father Wicaksono, “A-anti terrorism! Bang Rozak's? Wow great, must be very time consuming.”

“Not only time, Mamah never met him almost 2 years, because your brother had to undergo a period of quarantine and special training in Manokwari,” said Mamah Almira, co-chaired.

Damar thin mangosteen, in his mind he was so proud,‘Wah, I married a woman from a family of state servants. Really great!'

“But it is from a small Abang Rozak has lived with his late Grandma there, Mah. Even if there is a natural disaster in Aceh, he did not participate.” said Wulan, while taking a warm tea cup at the table.

Danum was surprised to hear his Sister-in-law's answer, “Disaster? What natural disasters are Mba?”

Damar looked at his wife, even when he knew Wulan, he himself had never heard his wife talk about the natural disaster mentioned by his wife, he understood that he married a woman who had introverted nature. “You never told me anything about the natural disaster you mentioned earlier?”

Grandpa Bagaskara put the pottery glass on the table, then he answered the question Damar, “It happened 17 years ago Damar, well maybe your age was seven years,“ said Grandpa Bagaskara, who was born in the past, therefore he was one of the generous people who contributed large funds to help restore the ravaged condition of Aceh at that time.

“That dark memory cannot be easily forgotten by the survivors of that event,”, said Grandma Ayudia.

“What is this about tsunami natural disaster?” said the Holy Mother remembering the old news that had shocked the world.

Grandfather Bagaskara nodded along with Father Wicaksono and Mamah Almira.

“We are still grateful, the place we live in is not the region that was severely affected by the tsunami. The worst impact of the earthquake and tsunami disaster in Aceh Province was reported in Banda Aceh City, Aceh Besar, Aceh Barat, Aceh Jaya, and some areas in eastern Aceh such as, Pidie, Bireuen, and others, and Lhokseumawe..” explained Father Wicaksono, as a survivor of the fateful event.

“More than gratitude, Dad,” by Mamah Almira. “Because we got the miracle of congratulations, among more than 120 thousand people died in the disaster,” Mamah Almira paused his words, he sighed staring at one by one people who were staring at him. “More our little princess, Wulan. Who was playing outside with a friend who was also the son of a member of the military, and until now not found, still alive or dead.” continued Mamah Almira, who was not a member of the military, at first glance the memories of the creepy time are recalled.

Heard his mother talking about her childhood friend. Wulan looked down, sluggish. He let out a long sigh, remembering the figure of a boy named Farhan.

Damar, Danum and the Holy Mother shuddered in horror listening to Mamah Almira's explanation.

Damar looked at Wulan who was sitting next to him Holy Mother with a sad look, his heart while being sliced at the explanation of Mamah Almira. Instantly gratitude enveloped the trough of his soul. “Shortly I know about the natural disaster, and not to remember it has been built museum?”

“Iya,” said Wulan, “To make humans remember and can take lessons from every disaster that occurs, that whatever lives in the world is not eternal,” concluded Wulan, meet the husband who sat three meters away from him, ‘Why do I see his eyes glazed over, does he want to cry here? Not possible, is it? ’theins are sloppy.

“Are you separated at the time?“ danum asked, he also answered questions that seemed impolite. “I mean, how the story Pakde, Budhe and Mbak Wulan can survive?” danum asked curiously to Wulan's parents.

Father and Mamah Almira looked at each other. Recollecting at a time when the two had both survived an unforgettable event.

“It just so happened Sunday morning, I was feeding the canary in front of the house and Almira was sweeping the yard, I heard a loud bang, out of nowhere...” said Wicaksono's father, he sighed, trying to compile the pieces of the memory puzzle.

“I immediately approached Almira, afraid that something would happen, I also worried about Wulan who was then 10 years old playing outside, and sure enough, he said, not long after that bang, the rumble of sound, like a roll of waves crashing on land, me and Almira held on tightly to each other, and so on no matter what happened, which I remembered when I woke up....” Wicaksono's father paused his speech, he then extended his hand behind the wife's back and held the shoulder of Mamah Almira.

Mamah Almira rubbed her husband's hand on her shoulder.

“.....I saw the state of the complex of the official house that I lived in was mostly torn apart, there was a puddle of water mixed with mud and piles of building debris and anything that was swept away by the waves. I was also separated from Almira who was unconscious covered in muddy soil with a distance of about ten meters from me. I dragged my limp leg from the wood of the building, and immediately approached Almira. I am very grateful that Almira is still alive, but my gratitude was immediately lost when I remembered Wulan,” continued Wicaksono's father, telling me at length about the terrible incident.

“A miracle after a week of searching for the whereabouts of Wulan, we were finally able to meet in a refugee tent, even though Wulan was experiencing psychological trauma to make her lose her vocal cords and in a daze, and had to do trauma healing for almost four years,” said Mamah Almira.

Damar's gaze immediately turned to look at his wife, ‘Yes Allah is indeed Most Great, You O Allah, have given me the opportunity to meet the great woman who is now my wife.' Damar spontaneously moved from his original seat beside Danum, then walked up to Wulan and sat next to him, his hands slipping back rubbing his wife's back. As if giving Wulan strength, even though it was too late.

Wulan rubbed Damar's thighs wrapped in collage shorts. As if to describe; I'm fine.'

Everyone now turned to look at Damar who changed his seat position.

“Then when did Mr Wicaksono and his family move to Jakarta?” asked the Holy Mother, rubbing Wulan's shoulder.

“After my feet healed, two years post-occurrence that gave us a valuable lesson in our lives and we understood what it means to live. I am also grateful that the Commander still gave me the opportunity to return to be a member, and I was transferred to Jakarta until I retired.” concluded Father Wicaksono.

“Do not hesitate to look at the past. That's where you learn the meaning of life.” said Grandma Ayudia, staring one by one people who are in the family room.

Wicaksono's father nodded thinly. “Ayudia's mother is right, We won't let the past drag us down and stop us from moving forward. We understand where we should go.” Wicaksono's father turned to look at Grandpa Bagaskara. “My lifetime, I am also indebted to Mr. Bagas, because he is one of the benefactors who has been pleased to relocate funds that are not small to help the victims of the natural disaster.”

Grandpa Bagaskara nodded, then smiled. “That's not how Wicaksono, no need to be uploaded again.”

Damar was surprised at the confession of his father-in-law, he did not expect from the beginning of his meeting with the Grandfather, with a greedy stigma. It turned out that Grandpa Bagaskara was nothing like the picture in his mind.

“The response to the tsunami is not only intended to remember the sadness related to the loss of life or damage and loss of property,” said Mamah Almira, he looked down for a moment and looked back at the people who were staring at him.

“But more important is to take lessons and prepare for possible future disasters. These memories must always be told, transmitted, and taught both horizontally (one generation) and vertically (different generations). Lessons related to natural events such as earthquakes and tsunamis, both taught through songs, songs, poems and so on.” continued Mamah Almira, with a strand of wise words, as a depiction in life.

“Mother Almira is right, everything that happens in this life, should always make us alert and introspective.” said the Holy Mother, staring at her besi with a warm smile.

Damar then remembered something, but he did not just mention one name, because there was not only his mother, but there were both Wulan parents. “Bu, Dad, Mom. Today Damar will invite Wulan for vacation, does anyone want to come with us?”

“Thank you, Damar. But you guys just go for a walk, there are a lot of Dad chats with your Grandpa,” replied Wicaksono's father.

“Where are we going?” wulan asked, because before, he had not planned anything with Damar.

“Later you will also know,” said Damar.

“But before you go, you guys eat first. I will prepare breakfast first.” said Holy Mother.

“Wulan help Mom cook,” Wulan proposal to Holy Mother.

Holy Ma'am warmly welcomes the proposal of her son-in-law, “By pleasure.”

“I also follow.” said Mamah Almira, then followed Wulan and his besi who walked first towards the kitchen.

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